Chapter 145: Temporary storm (3)

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"Understood." The monsoon smoke smiled, and Gong Zhengyu’s words were ambiguous, but she understood.
Gong Zhengyu saw the monsoon smoke understand his own meaning, and his face raised a warm smile. "Then I will take a step first."
The monsoon smoke waved at Gong Zhengyu. Gong Zhengyu left the house with the help of two guards. After the caravan of the caravan left the area of ​​the city, he followed the Gong Zhengyu and took two carriages. The black man opened his mouth.
"Less Lord, how do you care about the little city owner?"
Gong Zhengyu's gaze looked out of the window, the smaller and smaller Jicheng, he held his chin with one hand, and a beautiful lazy look on his beautiful face.
"She is very interesting, isn't it? It can't be taken by the ordinary people from the hands of Lei Xu."
"The little town owner is quite weird, but...the Lord, the Lord said..."
Gong Zhengyu raised his hand slightly and interrupted the words that the guards had not finished.
"I have a lot in my heart, I don't have to say much."
The guards closed their mouths honestly and sat silently.
Gong Zhengyu took out the white porcelain bottle that the monsoon smoke left before he left. The bottle looks very ordinary, and it is no different from the bottle sold in the shop. "Xuan Jiudan? Fengyan, you really like toss these Strange things."
Gong Zhengyu’s mouth raised a smile, and eventually he did not open the bottle of Xuan Jiu Dan. He re-closed the things and looked at the scenery outside the window.
I don't know what to expect next time.
Gong Zhengyu left, and took the caravan, and Jicheng returned to calm.
After watching the inventory list sent by Linghe, the monsoon smoke waved his hand. "Ling Big Brother, you look at the collection. It’s right for the brothers to pick and see. Is there any weapon for the feather? Can be used."
As soon as the monsoon smoke was finished, Linghe, who took the list, stunned.
Before, when the monsoon smoke exchanged things, he specially selected a well-made weapon. This Linghe had doubts, but Linghe did not think that the weapons of the monsoon smoked were actually given to them. use.
"Small...Miss..." Linghe’s eyes were reddish, from leaving the emperor to the Jicheng, the monsoon smoke was silent, and it was actually protecting them many times, but they were...
"Stop! Don't give me a tearful nose, I look at Ying Ying, and quickly divide things, I still have things to do." Monsoon smoked eyes and Linghe, the big man, was crying again, suddenly I remembered the face that had burst into tears after I was born again.
This always reminds her of the sad reminder of being killed by the thunder.
Ling He sucked his nose and forced the thought of crying down.
"Miss, what else do you have to do?"
Monsoon flue: "I want to go to the hill near the city of Jicheng."
"Ah? Miss still want to see the ore?" Ling He said differently.
The monsoon smoke shook his head. "I want to see if there is anything good about wood."
Taking her blood as a primer, Yang Lan was built to be powerful, but when she fought with Warfare, it exposed the drawbacks of the monsoon smoke.
Those fragile woods couldn't stop the pressure of the warfare that was worn by the dying armor. After the check of the monsoon smoke yesterday, it was found that there were many cracks in the wood of Yang Lan.